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			<title>GULP</title>
			<description>photo:&amp;#65533;2008-2009 *Mrs-Dracula9274

unfinished, but a start. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lferraro/457328/</link>
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			<title>Three</title>
			<description>     I sip the acrid umberAnd bite the cherry straw&amp;#2013266048;&quot;Two sugars may dilute the tasteBut only stir the flaw.&amp;nbsp;You yawn through fake persistenceAnd slump your listless head&amp;#2013266048;&quot;Three sighs may dry the coffee stainsBut surely wake the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lferraro/331253/</link>
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			<title>The Raven</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Lucent tresses thread my veinsPerched upon my neckWithering my bones&amp;nbsp;Tracing the arch of her backMy pupils smolder the flesh&amp;nbsp;She&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;The olive sunriseWith lips of wineTo nourish the vineyard&amp;nbsp;Almond eyes to charm the bitterMild hum to mu..</description>
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			<title>My Heart, My Mouth</title>
			<description>My tongue like a blade,Sharp with contention,Cuts through your veins.&amp;nbsp;My mouth shields the insult,Purging words of armed passion,Defending a weak heart.&amp;nbsp;My heart,A prisoner of my own demise,Ensnared between my teeth,Drips thoughts of you.&amp;nbsp;I pause&amp;hellip;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lferraro/243574/</link>
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			<title>Embers</title>
			<description>This poem is written in dactylic hectometer</description>
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			<title>He</title>
			<description>Her ashen face hollowed and worn,Stitched below the pretense born,Comes undone with lack of mourn,By the blade upon his tongue.&amp;nbsp;Leaching now, her sullied pride,Upon the earth where souls collide--The very place where he once lied,Now a forsaken, sordid grave.&amp;nbsp;Now feel t..</description>
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			<title>Appetite</title>
			<description>Ivory skin meets cradling earth,Molding the bloom into soft furrow,As sun meets cheek, a freckle to birth,Through glossy tresses fingers burrow.&amp;nbsp;Lips of wine stain the covering--&amp;nbsp;The want of words subdued by the thirst.The brush abroad shields, now hovering,Impeeding all ev..</description>
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